Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Saint, artist - Oscar Jerome. Album song Breathe Deep, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 13.08.2020
Record label: Oscar Jerome
Song language: English
Your Saint |
| In search of streets of gold |
| The road may lead to Feneos |
| Where the river begin but the journey doesn’t end, no |
| Winding through a valley |
| You may reach a sulphurous swamp |
| Place a coin in the mouth of your loved one |
| So they can be ferried across |
| Shield their eyes to the damned that eternally choke |
| These muddy waters replace the dirty words that they spoke |
| You may ask yourself how did I end up around these ways |
| And the wind replies «My friend, you were at the right time in the wrong place» |
| (Your saint only cares for money) |
| (Don't you touch his sense of pride) |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |
| Parris' arrow is hot on your heels |
| A scholar caught in the rain |
| Unnoticed, unnamed |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |
| Shoulder to shoulder, most faces face back |
| The only warm air was breath through a whispered prayer |
| Left in the name of God, of family, of land |
| Arrive and cry thanks into trembling hands |
| How could I survive ain’t even a question of life |
| My passage had no ticket just a price |
| The debt makes my cheek run rivers |
| Turns sleep to a threat |
| I dream faces I will never touch again |
| Each body across water, a spirit still tethered to a place |
| That meant purpose was being |
| That sang sweet I ams |
| Still tethered now straining my face |
| Pulled into shapes of mourning |
| Now home is a burial ground |
| Testing faith and grace |
| All fearful, appalling |
| Same time panic and dash, same time still chase |
| All missed calls and calling |
| A right time, never |
| This time forever |
| Bones calling out «will you bury us here?» |
| Really? |
| Heart still burning, black core, red fire |
| All for love |
| How come they scared can’t see |
| The purpose, the power, my sacrifice, the beauty in me |
| Why they grimace and spit, play fickle with life |
| Turn hope into a hell for me |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |
| Parris' arrow is hot on your heels |
| A scholar caught in the rain |
| Unnoticed, unnamed |
| Your saint only cares for money |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |
| Don’t you touch his sense of pride |